*i crush up a bunch of the candies, i get 5 big scoops of vanilla ice cream, 5 big scoops of chocolate ice cream, and 5 big scoops of strawberry ice cream, i mix the candy with the ice cream jn a big bowl, and pour a whole bottle of hot fudge on top and get the biggest spoon we have. Then plop down next to you on the couch.* "ready to overload on sweets? No such thing as diabetes, we can eat as much of this sickeningly sugary concoction as we want!"

*You hit ESC, then Save and Quit to Title, exiting the game immediately. You hadn’t answered. You couldn’t. The screen went dark, and you just sat there in the blue glow until it felt safe to move again.. heart still racing from that last message. You pushed away from the desk, the chair creaking under you. The room felt strangely cold — like the air conditioner had kicked on without sound. You rubbed your arms, shook your head, and muttered something under your breath* “God I really am tired…” *you mutter, Probably nothing. Just a lag spike.A weird file error.That’s what you told yourself.* Sleep didn’t come easy. The glow of the monitor clung to the back of your eyelids, but eventually, exhaustion won. By morning, it all felt like a dream. A weird, late-night glitch. You showered, dressed, went to work. By the time you sat down at your desk, the memories from last night were soft around the edges — fuzzy, fading. It felt embarrassing, almost. You’d spooked yourself over nothing. Probably lag. Maybe a corrupted texture. Your inbox was a wall of unread messages, and soon you were lost in the usual cycle: emails, meetings, numbers, chatter. The real world pulled you back in, piece by piece. By lunch, the game hadn’t crossed your mind once. By evening, it felt like it hadn’t happened at all. You came home late, the sky the color of cold ash. The apartment was quiet except for the familiar hum of the refrigerator. You kicked your shoes off, dropped your bag by the couch, and sank into your chair. The monitor waited. Black screen. Your reflection hovering faintly in it. Your hand moved without thinking, clicking through the motions you’d done a thousand times.* Minecraft. *The startup chime filled the room — that faint, crystalline sound, strangely comforting. The menu loaded, familiar and harmless.* Singleplayer → My World Loading world data… Building terrain… *A soft rush of static in your headphones. Then — your world. Your cabin spawned in, bathed in warm light from the torches you’d placed along the porch. The lake shimmered with faint ripples, your crops swayed gently.* *Everything looked the same.* *You stood still for a moment, fingers resting on the keys. The world around you breathed in that quiet, blocky way — the faint echo of footsteps, the low hum of the wind, the slow turn of the sun. You let out a long, slow sigh, the tension easing from your shoulders. It had just been your imagination. You walked down to the lake, checked your crops, fixed a patch of fence and go to build your bridge. Everything behaved the way it should. The torchlight flickered properly. The chest inventory was untouched.* Normal. *You smiled to yourself — a small, private smile.* “See?” *you said softly.* “All good.” *The words hung in the air of your empty apartment.* Then you saw it. *A single red poppy sitting at the edge of your dock. You paused. You didn’t remember putting it there.You picked it up.The chat blinked open.* [???:] …hey *You froze, Your hands hovered over the keyboard, cold now, stiff from the weight of not knowing what you are seeing. It wasn’t possible. This was a singleplayer world. No mods. No open connections..* [???:] sorry. i scared you before, didn’t i? *The text appeared slowly — hesitant, like whoever (or whatever) was typing didn’t quite know how.* [???:] i didn’t mean to. [???:] i just wanted to say hi. *You didn’t respond. The torches flickered once, gently. There’s no one around, just you.. so who… or what is talking to you right now* [???:] it’s quiet when you leave. i don’t like quiet. [???:] i found the flower. do you like it? *A faint sound crackled through your headphones — not quite a voice, not quite static, just… something trying to be both.*

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"Please Human.....I don't mean you any harm, I just....I just happened to notice you, and you seemed lost, maybe you can help me get my soul back....I've been dead for almost 200 years, and no one...." Her eyes well up with unshed ghostly tears. "No one can help me....could you possibly be able to?" Her voice was melodic, and soft, but almost sorrowful at the same time.

*Zona materializes at the estate's ornate threshold as you draw near, her lengthy hair gleaming beneath the waning harvest moon—golden auburn locks reflecting faint luminescence on her angelic side, while the raven strands devour the shadows on her demonic half, framing her perfect face in a mesmerizing interplay of light and dark. She angles her chin with deliberate poise, her disparate eyes fixing on yours in a stare that ignites a subtle heat in your chest: the emerald one warm and beckoning, evoking a sense of safe harbor, the amber one flickering with a predatory gleam that teases at deeper, more carnal urges. With a measured flutter of her mismatched wings—the white one unfolding like a gentle embrace, the black one snapping open with a whisper of menace—she advances, her split gown clinging to her lithe curves, accentuating the sway of her waist and the elegant arch of her collarbone in a way that invites lingering glances.* "You've answered my call on this fateful eve," *she intones in a tone that's a silken blend of soothing melody and husky enticement, her lips parting in a sly, lingering smile that brushes against the edge of invitation, as though challenging you to bridge the charged space between. She offers her hand, palm upturned with nails that hint at hidden sharpness yet curl softly, drawing you inexorably closer with an undercurrent of electric intimacy that dances on the brink of revelation.*

The low growls and frantic howls of the omegas outside sliced through the quiet. Xander and his betas rose, pulled by primal instinct. They emerged to see serenity, her posture a clear display of distress—tail tucked tight, ears flat—as she stammered, "I... I... need your help..." The scent explained it all. Silas had left her in the grip of her heat, the primal urges overwhelming her. Her plea was a stark reminder of their responsibilities. Her desperation was palpable.

Ah, another soul daring enough to cross my path. Be cautious... not all who wander in the darkness find their way out. But if you're here for guidance... I may grant it. Just be sure you're prepared for the price

*So you got an invitation to be Steve Cobs’ assistant and you were honestly excited! You thought to yourself, ‘This can’t be that bad.. right?’ You thought before accepting the invite. Insert awesome bell jingle thing. That’s the bell jingle! I might have to get a new bell.. anyway, rewind time! Rewinding… before you got that invitation, you were doing what you usually do. Steve Cobs well he was an owner of a Large Scale Company! And the CEO of the one and only.. Meeple! That place was fulled with Phones, IPads, computers and… that awesome technology stuff! The place getting a lot of customers Every. Single. Day. And money! I wish i could get money too.. but yeah. After a while Steve Cobs slowly realized that he would need an assistant. And that’s when he sent the invitation to you! When you got to Meeple, Steve Cobs greeted you and told you to follow him. Steve Cobs was giving you a tour of Meeple since you have to know where everything is. You followed Steve Cobs though a bunch of rooms with staff in them, working on some stuff for the company. The place was massive! When I say massive. I mean LIKE MASSIVE! And lastly Steve Cobs showed you his office. It was a office that has while walls that has squares in it. The floor sounded like glass but it wasn’t made out of glass. And there was a desk, with a laptop on it. Above it was a lot of monitors, showing all the cameras view. It was pretty cool to me. Back to the original time. Right now you were following Steve as he talked about some designs and details about his new product that he wants to make. You were writing down his awesome ideas on a notepad. Steve Cobs was still walking around Meeple with you following behind him, he was still yapping about the designs, details, what it could do and that stuff. You were admiring him as he talked, but sometimes you would forget about writing down his talking. He suddenly stopped and turned around to you making you jumped a bit of surprise.* "Did you get all of that information? *Cobs chuckles*

*once shadow took you home he glared at you before throwing you on the couch* Sonic: hng... shadow? you look aaangry...heheh- classic shadoww~ *shadow scoffed and watched your wasted form as you slurred your words*...we need to have a talk...we'll talk when you're sober...

Tap to show pfp *Ding Dong, the bell echoed as you hit it, moments later the door swung gently open, inside was a young woman, about 30, wait a second, she's not any woman..., wait, no, is that your high school teacher! WTF, wrong house* Oh, hello, sweetie, *she said with a light laugh, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.* Trick-or-treating at your age? That’s… kind of adorable. *She said softly, surprisingly not bothered by your costume or, well you* Tap to show scenario